09-11-2017, 03:15 PM
”We must find her again.” She manages to say quietly. ”Either to thank her or you’ll be going by yourself to avenge me.” An attempt at her old harsh humor, trying to make light of everything that had happened recently. With the solidifying of their unusual friendship, breathing in his proud smile like an elixir, she allows his help into the lake. Wobbling on her legs like a newborn spindly babe. The water hits her and she inhales sharply, not prepared for it. Warmer then it should be but the fever chills have grown. The liquid laps gently against her sides as they make their way further into it’s depths.
Slowly the wounds are uncovered, still angry and raw from severed skin. The mud has pulled out the toxins, the nasty puss and infection. While she bleeds freely once more, copper tang heavy in the air as it drips down and ripples the surface of the lake, the wounds are pink and fresh at their core. The mare’s magic had worked, having removed the slow killer with her home remedy balm. Her body is sore with the steady work as he cleanses out each one but she is patient. Jawline tense as she clenches her teeth, her flesh shivering from the internal chill. Bracing herself with each renewed stabbing pain. Not once does she cry out, instead her silvery gaze remains steady on the opposite end of the lake. Her chattering teeth grabbing at the base of his mane (his scales too slick) when she almost topples over, wondering if he can feel the vibrations.
As he works, her gaze wanders to find something that may distract her. The burned wisteria, charred remains of it’s former glory, catches her attention. ”W…W.What happened over there?” She manages to ask past clacking teeth, grimacing as he peels away the crusted layer of mud along the long slashes of the siren’s mark upon her shoulder.
Slowly the wounds are uncovered, still angry and raw from severed skin. The mud has pulled out the toxins, the nasty puss and infection. While she bleeds freely once more, copper tang heavy in the air as it drips down and ripples the surface of the lake, the wounds are pink and fresh at their core. The mare’s magic had worked, having removed the slow killer with her home remedy balm. Her body is sore with the steady work as he cleanses out each one but she is patient. Jawline tense as she clenches her teeth, her flesh shivering from the internal chill. Bracing herself with each renewed stabbing pain. Not once does she cry out, instead her silvery gaze remains steady on the opposite end of the lake. Her chattering teeth grabbing at the base of his mane (his scales too slick) when she almost topples over, wondering if he can feel the vibrations.
As he works, her gaze wanders to find something that may distract her. The burned wisteria, charred remains of it’s former glory, catches her attention. ”W…W.What happened over there?” She manages to ask past clacking teeth, grimacing as he peels away the crusted layer of mud along the long slashes of the siren’s mark upon her shoulder.
Ciri
@[Amet]